Everything old is new again
Coming back into favor as the past fades away
Hearing the ripples of history
Of course most of the time this falls on deaf ears
A quiet seemed to flow through the open windows, flooding the house in a tide of silence. The lack of sound deafened me and I wanted to scream, but as I opened my mouth the silence poured in, threatening to drown me. I made my way upstairs, trying to climb out of the quiet, but it swirled up with me. I closed the door to my bedroom and turned on the TV, but was met with a picture with closed captioning. The silence was already there, mocking me. It was daring me to try to make a sound. It was daring me to invite sound over. The silence screamed that if a sound came in that it would kick its backside back to where sound came from. I then knew that I had no chance to hear anything again. I started to cry, sobbing silently, watching as the tears fell wordlessly to the floor, never to be heard again.